Uneasy daily life

Even after the police arrived and took her away, Angelina remained dazed and confused, as if she were sleepwalking.

Chapter Ninety-Nine: As Always

What was your relationship with the deceased?

Angelina: (ˉ﹃ˉ).

The girl looked completely dazed, muttering incoherently over and over again.

"Young man, mental illness requires evaluation. Besides, do you have a history of mental illness? You must provide some answers regarding your presence at the scene of the death." The police officer said sternly, trying to break the deadlock. "Pretending to be mentally ill is a way to escape questioning. TV dramas are all lies."

Angelina: (ˉ﹃ˉ).

Her eyes were glazed over, and she swayed unsteadily in the chair, muttering something like "Aba aba."

The police couldn't detect a trace of acting, and a chill ran down their spines. Could it be that they had really encountered a patient with a rare mental illness?

At this moment, a policeman walked into the room and handed over the transcripts of the other people's interviews, as well as a preliminary examination report on the deceased.

The police looked down and saw that the deceased had no external injuries and died of heart failure, which was a sudden death. From some simple investigation, the deceased's body was very old. No toxins or wounds were found, so homicide could be ruled out. The only problem was that the deceased's identity could not be confirmed.

Simply put, it was suicide.

As for this suspect...

"Young man, the deceased has been confirmed to have committed suicide. Your suspicion has been largely cleared. You don't need to play dumb anymore," the police officer said in a deep voice. "Tell me what exactly happened. We can take a simple statement and you can go home. If you continue to be so perfunctory, I will have to notify your parents to come and pick you up."

Angelina: (ˉ﹃ˉ).

The policeman's eyes twitched, and he said helplessly, "Please cooperate a little, so everyone can save trouble. If you keep dawdling like this, you'll only be able to have dinner at the police station."

Angelina asked blankly, "Dinner?"

The police officer and Angelina made eye contact.

The policeman rolled his eyes: "Not pretending anymore?"

Angelina asked, bewildered, "What are you pretending for?"

"Wow, you're quite the actor," the policeman joked. "Kid, you might become an excellent actress like Ms. Sakurajima someday."

"?"

What is this mess?

Angelina instinctively looked around. The room wasn't large, and the bright light enveloped her, making the areas outside the light appear dark and blurry. Before her stood a policeman with a cold, calculating expression. She gasped, almost unleashing a Shinra Tensei: "Huh? Where am I?! Who are you?!"

"This is the police station, and I'm a police officer." The officer got straight to the point, "What do you want to say about you and the deceased?"

deceased?

Angelina scratched her head, vaguely remembering something.

Oh, right, the deceased... was a fortune teller who claimed he could only live to be forty...

Angelina remembered.

Oh dear! It's that wretched Scarlet Troupe!

“I…I…I was framed!” Angelina suddenly shouted. “He just collapsed and died! He was a member of the Scarlet Troupe…I mean, he was mentally ill!”

The policeman's eye twitched slightly: "Little boy, don't be nervous. Tell me slowly what happened, what you were doing, and what he was doing..."

Angelina was extremely nervous: "He suddenly died right in front of me!"

"What was the scene like? Were there any other people present? What was your relationship with the deceased?" The police officer asked questions carefully and methodically, taking out paper and pen to make a statement so he could leave work on time.

Angelina tried hard to recall.

The scene was... after the movie ended, I went to buy snacks and drinks, and then I received a text message from the fortune teller.

[Too long to read, you probably don't want your parents to know you're in the Scarlet Theatre, do you?]

Of course I don't want to! Everyone in the Scarlet Troupe has a unique skill, and everyone has a different mental illness. As an ordinary high school girl, I gradually get tainted by strange things just by being part of it. What if my parents saw my colleagues...

I absolutely cannot let my reputation be ruined by my parents!

Carrying the things he had bought, he followed the contact and arrived at a nearby alley.

The fortune teller, with his back to the alley entrance, suddenly turned around, smiled, and collapsed to the ground.

died.

Wow! You Scarlet Troupe members, you can't seem to relax unless you're causing trouble, can you? Superpowered beings are nothing! Your minds have already surpassed those of humans!

Angelina was very sad, wondering what bad luck she had had to join the Scarlet Troupe by mistake.

That's pretty much it. It's just another performance art piece by the Scarlet Theatre Company that has dragged innocent members into it once again. We're almost used to it.

Hmm... something just doesn't feel right?

"Growth...A?"

The police officer, who was waiting for the first witness to recount what happened, looked at Angelina with surprise as she suddenly muttered to herself: "What are you talking about? What growth A?"

Angelina: (ˉ﹃ˉ).

police:"#!"

For her contempt of court and feigning madness, Angelina was notified to her parents and required to be available at any time for the aftermath of the incident.

……

……

Damn it! It must have been the Scarlet Troupe!

That fortune teller must have cursed himself!

Angelina painstakingly explained the situation to her parents before returning to her room, exhausted.

The fortune teller is dead? He's not dead at all! He's alive and kicking, causing trouble for himself!

I'm used to it. As the only normal person in the Scarlet Troupe, isn't it normal to encounter abnormal things?

Think about it carefully, Angelina. You were ruined by the Scarlet Troupe, which is why you couldn't have a happy high school life! Even with the power to hang anyone on the wall, it was still difficult to fight against the Scarlet Hospital. The fortune teller just lay down on the ground and turned into a corpse!

Ugh, so annoying! I don't know why, but I'm feeling unusually irritable today. It must be the Scarlet Troupe's fault!

"Whoaaah!"

Angelina rolled around on the bed angrily, throwing her two slippers off and slamming her feet against the bedside table.

Time seemed to freeze for a second.

Angelina remained silent, curling up with a ferocious expression. She reached out and grabbed her toes, wriggling violently on the bed like a fish out of water.

Ugh—that wretched Scarlet Troupe!

Forget it, I'll just read some light novels to relax.

Speaking of light novels...

Angelina suddenly remembered a light novel she was following, that one...

"Growth...A?"

Angelina: (ˉ﹃ˉ).

……

……

Yukino Yukinoshita slowly opened her eyes, looking somewhat dazed at the bright sunlight outside the window.

What time is it? I don't think I slept well last night. Luckily it's summer vacation, otherwise I would have been late.

Yukino Yukinoshita patted her head, woke up, and washed her face and brushed her teeth as usual, prepared breakfast, and fed the two cats.

While slowly munching on bread and milk, I watched the two cats, one black and one white, jostling each other as they ate from their food bowls.

Although one of them was Sakurajima-senpai's cat, it had long since been fed and become her own.

Hmm... what should I do today?

Learning about work from your father? Taking a break by reading some extracurricular books? Relaxing by watching a movie? Playing the piano? Trying to further improve your academic abilities?

Yukino's thoughts wandered aimlessly, and she couldn't help but sigh softly, "Freedom...?"

It's all thanks to my sister.

In the end, even something as simple as crying louder was done better by her older sister than she could do.

If only her feelings weren't so twisted, but she just loves to cruelly tease me and only shows her true feelings to me, which puts a lot of pressure on me.

In online parlance, the older sister is a hidden case of favoring daughters.

Yukino Yukinoshita sighed softly, and her phone suddenly vibrated with a message.

[Yuigahama: Koyuki, Kosaki's request was completed yesterday.]

[Yuigahama: Kaede has disappeared.]

Yukino Yukinoshita paused for a moment, then quickly understood what had happened and hurriedly pressed her phone.

[Yukinoshita: Let's go out for a walk today.]

[Yuihama: Oh.]

After a moment's thought, Yukino Yukinoshita called Komachi Hikigaya and asked her to pass the call on to Hachiman Hikigaya.

"Hey, don't you have my phone number?" Hachiman Hikigaya's voice was weak and listless. "Calling is one thing, but calling Komachi is another. Was it really necessary to go through all that trouble?"

"Let's go shopping today and comfort Yuihama," Yukino Yukinoshita gave a simple and clear instruction.

"What the hell?!" Hachiman Hikigaya perked up. "Are you still half asleep?! This is a precious summer vacation, and I still have to be the club's drudge?!"

"This has nothing to do with the club."

Yukino Yukinoshita said calmly, "If I texted you, Hachiman would probably pretend he didn't see it. If I called you and saw that it was me calling, Hachiman would probably pretend no one answered. So I chose to call Komachi directly. That way, the timid and twisted Hachiman would have no choice but to crawl out of his hole."

Has my species undergone frequent mutations?

Yukino Yukinoshita thought for a moment and chuckled, "Hachigaya-kun, if you keep making jokes, I'll have no choice but to have Komachi escort you."

Are you the devil?! I'll go anyway!

Hachiman Hikigaya reluctantly gave in.

"It's so troublesome and awkward," Yukino Yukinoshita said with a hint of disdain. "You really want to comfort Yuihama, but you don't want to get too involved in each other's lives, afraid that the relationship will change. You always have to ask someone else to give you a push. If this cycle keeps going on, you'll only get dragged down the drain."

That wretched woman...

"Ok?"

Yes, Minister!

Yukino Yukinoshita hung up the phone with satisfaction, wondering whether she should go to the scene.

Let's forget it. I feel like if I'm the third wheel, it'll make it harder for either of us to talk about what's on our minds. And sneaking over would seem really weird...

After tidying up the dishes, Yukino Yukinoshita sat on the sofa and stared blankly for a moment. Suddenly, she felt that the house was strangely quiet and empty, lacking a lively atmosphere.

Since I'm just killing time anyway, I might as well do a thorough cleaning.

After sweeping the living room, I swept the bedroom, cleaned the bathroom, wiped the kitchen counter, and the cat happily covered its paw prints. I picked it up, took it into the bathroom for a bath, mopped the floor, and finally tidied the bookshelves and desk...

"Ok?"

Yukino Yukinoshita opened the drawer and found a small box inside. It looked ordinary and she couldn't tell what was inside.

It feels very unfamiliar, as if it's not my own?

She was stunned for a moment, then reached out and gently opened the unfamiliar little box.

Inside the box was a clean pair of white silk gloves and a bottle of lubricant with shameless packaging and filthy contents.

Memories flood back like a tide.

Snapped!

The lid of the box fell onto the table.

A wave of intense shame washed over her as she blushed deeply, and Yukino Yukinoshita took several steps back, moving further away from the filthy thing.

"Snow! Under! the! Sun! No!